Untethered
Today’s poem “Untethered”, is also an uncaptured piece that did not make the final list for the new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”… hmmm … and I always like to get away in my “Itmims” spacecraft …
Untethered
With my back against the setting sun
I will fly toward a placid place, not yet overrun
Where the ground is not made of buried heads and limbs
I will untether my sturdy spacecraft Itmims*
And traverse the universe to discover a new world
Another planet of wonderment, yet unfurled
Where rivers and oceans are crystal clear
And unmasked, I can breathe the atmosphere
Where flowering plains are home to sacred trees
And native fauna roam wild and free
*Itmims, Ivor’s time machine in micro space
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Ivor Steven (c) October 2023

A wondrous world !
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Thank you Sadje … a dream world like ours should be!🌏😊😍
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Very true. If only…..
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Dreams and wishes Sadje
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Aw! So beautiful, Ivor! Your poem and that song! I like that new world you describe/visit! 😉
Always so wonderful to escape, to get away…even (or especially) through our imaginations and minds! 🙂
YAY for Iimims! 🙂
(((HUGS))) ❤️❤️❤️
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Thanks Carolyn … Itmims is my go to spacecraft for when I’m looking to escape into my minds inner space … haha we all need to get away from the rigours of our complicated world 🌏😊😍🎶🐶
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Sounds like a lovely place
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“Where the ground is not made of buried heads and limbs” is so powerful
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Thank you very much Derrick … my words are sadly appropriate at the moment
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